Novel Family Novels & Stories

"Your husband left you for another woman. You don't have a job. You're broke. Mom is worried about you. Come back home to your family." "My family?" I scoff. "The family that was using me to harvest millions of cash from my husband? The family that never gave a flying fùck about me for almost a decade until I got married to someone important. That's when they thought I was important. That family? Sorry, that's not a family. That's a bunch of users. The only family that I have is the girl sitting next to you. She's more loving and loyal than you guys have ever been. She's the family that I chose."

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

My feet slowly carry me to wherever, as my temples pound like they’re about to explode. Camila? How? Why? I’ve seen things in life. Friends betraying friends. Business partners betraying business partners. Lovers betraying lovers, but family betraying family….. is fucking new to me. Family is considered a man’s shield. When the world is against you and you need somewhere to fall back in. Having a place to rest, shut your eyes a bit after a long day, or after facing most of those challenges.

Chloe tried to interject, but Annabelle’s voice had grown stronger. “You think I can’t see it? You only came because you have no one else! And you dare to stand there and call yourself my family? Did you hear what my father said earlier?” Annabelle’s small hands balled into fists at her sides. “He said family isn’t about blood, family is the people who love you, who stand by you, who protect you. That’s them,” she said, pointing back at me and Ethan, and to our parents. “They’re my family, not you, never you.”

DENIED. My handwriting stared back at me. Cold. Official. Final. Year one: “Another captain’s son has been taken. Priority reassigned. Frost is young. She can endure.” Year two: “The underboss’s child has been kidnapped. Someone must stay behind as bait. Frost is… suitable.” Year three: “A senior enforcer’s wife is giving birth. Family stability takes precedence. Frost has no dependents.” Year four. Year five. Year six. Year seven: “Fianna is a widow under the family’s protection. Her emotional state is unstable. Frost, as the future Donna, should show restraint and yield the position.”

——— The rest of the day passed more smoothly than I ever expected—though that was mostly in spite of my family, not because of them. They hovered around Nova for hours, fussing over her like she was something rare and precious they’d only just discovered. Family albums were dragged out, one embarrassing childhood story after another brought to life, each worse than the last. They were loud, intrusive, and entirely too much. Under normal circumstances, I would have shut it down within minutes. But Nova… She looked like she was enjoying every second of it. There was a warmth in her expression I couldn’t quite name—something soft, almost fragile. Like she’d been waiting for something like this…

So, her parents enlightened the instances, as well as the reasons behind Jirah's coming home late. Months had passed. The family accepted the little boy as part of their pact. They didn't think of returning him to the billionaire's abode, because the boy told them he was an orphan. Since the little boy came to them, luck has flowed into their lives. The head of the family won the first prize in the Novel Writing Contest held on the third anniversary of the Pennovel Company. He also received two awards on the said occasion, namely, "Best Content Editor" and "Best Book Cover Editor", which each contained a substantial amount per award.

There's a kiss picture, a group hug picture, and a candid picture. The picture shows how beautiful this new family is. End. P/S: Thank you for supporting and reading this novel. I wish you all good luck and stay happy all the time!

“My family.” THE END!

I began to fall into states of confusion, and my doctor also finally noticed that something was wrong. The Schmidt family was already successful and wealthy. The doctor was afraid that something might happen to me, so he told them about my state. This time, they saw how skinny I was, and they finally brought me home. “Oh, I remember that this made the news. You’re reporters, so you should know about this, right?” When they heard my question, they looked at each other before nodding reluctantly. I plastered my smile back on and continued speaking. “You saw the Schmidt couple crying agitatedly and Jenny Schmidt holding my hand the whole way, right?